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Hello! So I scribbled this chapter as quickly as I could, and I hope you enjoy it.
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~PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM~
The last thing Princess Bubblegum expected to see that night, as she leaned comfortably back into a mound of fluffy pillows, was Marceline the Vampire Queen.
But as fate would have it, Marceline the Vampire Queen's face appeared about ten feet away from her window that night just as she was entering a very important coded message into her diary.
"Vampire Queen!" Princess Bubblegum screamed, managing to leap half a foot off her bed, even though she was dressed in her customary, rather confining bubblegum-pink dress and had been sitting cross-legged. The diary snapped shut with a click.
The Vampire Queen's face contorted, and Princess Bubblegum realized that she was trying to mouth something. "Let—me—in," Princess Bubblegum mouth-read.
"Are you serious?" cried Princess Bubblegum. "I thought I told you to never come within a ten-foot radius of my castle again!"
The undead girl smirked. "I'm eleven feet away," she mouthed.
"You're infuriating!" shrieked Princess Bubblegum.
"I know," mouthed the undead girl.
"Go away! Get out of my kingdom!"
"No."
"I'm going to—"
"I," mouthed the vampire, "am a Queen."
"I," said Princess Bubblegum, "am Princess Bubblegum. And I am perfectly entitled to throw something at you!"
The vampire laughed and crossed her arms. "Try," said her lips.
Princess Bubblegum picked up the first thing that entered her sight—which, unfortunately, was her diary. "Get out!" she yelled, lobbing the heavy diary at the Queen.
The vampire laughed and swooped to catch the diary. She threw it back in, and transformed herself into a bat. The bat flew in through Princess Bubblegum's window, in which there was now a diary-shaped hole.
"Hello, Princess," grinned Marceline the Vampire Queen.
Princess Bubblegum backed about ten feet away from the approaching Vampire Queen. "I'll throw something else at you," she warned.
"Oh, there's no need for that, your Highness," said the Queen, savoring the word "Highness" with bittersweet mockery. "I just came to return this."
Princess Bubblegum stared, horrified, at the small key Marceline held in her outstretched hand.
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~MARCELINE~
Marceline had found the key sticking to her tight jean pockets, having been caught in the fabric. How she had picked it up, she had no idea. But weighing the tiny, twisted metal piece in her palm, she somehow felt all the trouble in Princess Bubblegum's eyes come trooping back to her and realized that this key was important and held the weight of worlds in its small frame.
Now, as she watched the Princess's impeccably beautiful eyes flood with terror, she realized that the key was indeed terribly important.
"I forgot!" cried the Princess. "How could I!"
She stared with blank horror at Marceline, who returned her stare with blank confusion.
Before Marceline could say anything, she felt the Princess's hand lock upon her wrist with a vice-like grip. "Two," said the Princess cryptically, her dark pools of eyes growing even bigger in the bright candy light. "Two," she repeated.
"What?" Marceline said, trying to withdraw her hand.
The Princess sighed as if she were reaching back in her mind for a faraway memory. The well-known, much feared prophecy rose to her lips with the sighing crackle of old parchment, and Marceline listened to the ancient rhyme with renewed understanding.
"Two shall wake the enemy in the dead of night
Two shall hold the war-cry, two shall start the fight
Two shall win the battle in the full moon's light
And one will remain when dawn shines bright."
"Two," repeated Marceline, realization dawning on her. "What time is it, Princess?"
"Eleven fifty p.m.," said the Princess levelly.
"We have exactly ten minutes," whispered Marceline. "I am so glad I brought back the key."
"Me, too," said the Princess, letting go of Marceline's wrist. "We'd better hurry."
"Where?" asked Marceline. "Where do you keep it?"
"In the dungeons," said the Princess, unlocking her bedroom door. "Follow me, and be quiet. We don't want to wake Peppermint Butler, or Heaven forbid, Cinnamon Bun."
Marceline felt a cold thrill run through her body.
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I hope you guys enjoyed it! I am thrilled by the fact that I have ten followers. I never expected that many!
About this chapter. I get that it's rather cryptic, but prophecies usually are. I hope every mystery will be explained, in the very least, in two chapters! I don't know how long this fan-fiction is going to be continuing for. I have the main plot line worked out in my mind, but I am the kind of person that usually adds something major in the middle—like the prophecy idea, which came to me literally AS I was writing PB's response. That's rather a major plot change, and I'll have to tweak some stuff to go along with it. I'm anticipating this to run for around 20 chapters. It's my first fanfic, and it might as well be my baby. I spend time crooning "My precioussssssssss" to it. Yeah. Well.